The air still held traces of his scent, and there was even a lingering warmth in the bedding, proving that he had indeed been sleeping here earlier. But, so late at night, where could he have gone?

With a flicker of her figure, Cai’er slipped out of the window like a wisp of green smoke, reappearing on the street. She gently tapped the ground with her green bamboo cane, slowly walking towards the hotel where she was staying, her heart filled with worry. After failing to find Long Haochen, she had searched every room, including those occupied by Li Xin and Ye Hua. In each room, she quietly sensed the changes in the air, searching for his scent. But all her efforts had been in vain. He wasn’t there. Apart from his own room, there was no trace of his presence in the entire hotel.

Could something have happened to him? The sound of Cai’er’s green bamboo cane tapping the ground became noticeably louder. A layer of frost covered her delicate face. If something had really happened to him, she would never forgive whoever was responsible.

Returning to her room, she sat cross-legged on the bed, but Cai’er couldn’t calm down. Logically, this was the headquarters of the Saint Alliance, and as a participant in the Demon Hunt Selection Competition, the chances of something happening to him were extremely small. When she had attacked Yang Wenzhao earlier, hadn’t Alliance experts come to his rescue within a short time? But where could he have gone?

For a full half hour, Cai’er was unable to enter a meditative state.

I need to find him.

Getting out of bed again, Cai’er grabbed her green bamboo cane and left the hotel once more. But due to the anxiety in her heart, she forgot to bring her veil in the darkness of the night.

The night was as cool as water. A gentle breeze woke Cai’er up a bit. As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion. Now that she was slightly calmer, she kept thinking about where Long Haochen might have gone. As long as he wasn’t kidnapped, where would he go?

Could it be…? Suddenly, something occurred to her. Could he have gone there? But, so late at night, was it possible?

Never mind, whether he went there or not, that place was at least a target.

Normally, it would take her and Long Haochen half an hour to walk there, but with light leaps and bounds, she covered the distance in only a dozen breaths.

Her nose twitched slightly, and Cai’er’s expression changed. It was his scent, it was his scent. He was really here.

She quickly tapped the ground with her green bamboo cane and hurried forward, following that familiar, refreshing scent.

Long Haochen was finding it hard to stay conscious. Repeatedly falling had made him even weaker. At this point, he could hardly see anything in front of him. But he was still gritting his teeth and standing there, his body swaying like a roly-poly toy.

“Tap, tap, tap.”

“Tap, tap, tap.”

The familiar sound made him barely conscious. Was it her? Or was he hallucinating?

“Long Haochen,” Cai’er’s anxious voice rang out.

Immediately after, a slender green bamboo cane tapped Long Haochen.

Long Haochen was already unsteady, and he immediately fell to the ground with a thud, but the fall did clear his head a bit.

A black dress, slightly disheveled but waterfall-like purple hair cascaded down, covering his face. A faint, slightly cool fragrance wafted over. He saw a face full of anxiety.

Slightly pale skin and listless eyes couldn’t hide her beauty in the slightest. It was her, it was her.

In his memory, this was the first time he had seen Cai’er’s face. Exquisitely delicate features, a gentleness that was completely opposite to her cold temperament, a jade-like face, eyebrows like distant mountains. Her jade-like skin, although slightly pale, was as delicate and translucent as newly peeled lychees. Her refined and ethereal beauty was instantly imprinted in Long Haochen’s mind.

“Are you… are you okay?” Feeling Long Haochen fall, Cai’er became anxious and quickly knelt down, reaching out to touch him with her hands.

His clothes were slightly damp, obviously soaked in the night dew. His body was still trembling slightly, and his breathing was extremely unstable.

“Cai… Cai’er, I’m… sorry.” Upon seeing Cai’er, Long Haochen’s heart was filled with joy. His mind was hazy, and he couldn’t think about why Cai’er had appeared at this moment. But he couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart. Grasping her soft, delicate hands, he said with uneven breaths, “I… I… didn’t mean… to break our promise… Will… you… forgive me…?”

Cai’er’s heart jolted as he grasped her hands, because she clearly felt that his hands were so cold, completely different from their usual warmth.

Quickly turning her hand to grasp his wrist, Cai’er instantly felt his weakness. Moreover, invaded by the cold of the night dew, his weak body was on the verge of collapse.

“I forgive you.” Cai’er leaned down, carefully lifting his upper body. She placed her right hand against his back, and gentle spiritual power slowly flowed into Long Haochen’s body, helping him dispel the cold within. If she didn’t expel the cold air in time, it could leave him with a chronic illness.

How could she not forgive him? When she found him here, she had already guessed what he was thinking. He was so weak, yet he was still thinking about his promise to her. No matter how much dissatisfaction she had in her heart, it had all vanished at this moment. Moreover, he hadn’t broken his promise on purpose!

Cai’er’s spiritual power was very warm. Long Haochen was too weak at this moment. His eyelids were heavy, very heavy. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he mumbled something.

A moment later, Long Haochen had returned to his room.

Cai’er carefully tucked him in, sitting by the bed and quietly holding his hand.

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At this moment, under the conditioning of Cai’er’s spiritual power, Long Haochen’s palm had regained some warmth and was no longer so cold.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you.” A touch of gentleness appeared on Cai’er’s beautiful face. She carefully raised her hand and gently stroked Long Haochen’s face, feeling his high nose bridge, delicate skin, and moderately thick lips. Cai’er’s pale face gradually flushed red.

Dark golden light flickered, and a dagger quietly appeared in her palm. Her soft fingers were like the most skillful artist. The dagger moved lightly, carving a line of small characters on the side of Long Haochen’s bed. Then, she covered his palm on top of it.

Reluctantly stroking his cheek again, Cai’er left, her face flushed with embarrassment. At this moment, the words Long Haochen had murmured before falling unconscious echoed in her mind. He had said, “Cai’er, you are so beautiful.”

The Alliance Executive Axe.

Bang! Han Qian, the Saint Knight Chief of the Knight Temple, stationed in the Saint Alliance and second in status only to another ninth-tier expert, stood in front of a wide desk with a frosty expression. The loud bang had been the sound of his palm hitting the desk.

“Ying Suifeng, if you don’t give me an explanation today, don’t blame my Knight Temple for turning against you.” Han Qian’s anger burned fiercely in his chest. How could he not be angry? Not only him, but at this moment, the high-level officials of the Knight Temple stationed in the Saint Alliance were collectively enraged. Even the ninth-tier expert who was usually in seclusion had been alarmed.

Yang Wenzhao, the Judgment Knight who had the best chance of winning the preliminary round and possessing a Spiritual Stove in this year’s Knight Temple, had been severely injured in his own residence. And there was no doubt that the person who had severely injured him was from the Assassin Temple. Whether it was the Assassin Temple’s signature skills or the Thousand Strike Spiritual Stove, they were all the most obvious markers of the Assassin Temple.

At daybreak, Han Qian had already come to question him aggressively.

The core representatives of the Six Great Temples were all stationed in the Alliance Executive Axe. Every ten years, they would elect a batch of committee members representing the various temples to jointly take charge of various affairs of the Knight Temple. Among them, the most core members were the thirty-six members of the Presidium, with each temple occupying six seats. Therefore, although the Knight Temple was nominally the leader of the Six Great Temples, it did not occupy a completely dominant position in the Alliance.

Han Qian was one of the six Presidium members of the Knight Temple, and he was also the Saint Knight Chief, commanding the thirty-six Saint Knights of the Knight Temple. He was also the Deputy Temple Master of the Knight Temple responsible for handling daily affairs. His status was only below the three Divine Seal Knights, and his seniority was such that only one of the three Divine Seal Knights could surpass him.

Opposite Han Qian, seated behind the desk, was a tall, thin old man. He was wearing a very ordinary black robe, had short, gray hair, and his appearance was also extremely ordinary. The only thing that distinguished him from ordinary people was probably his eyes. They were eyes filled with extinction, with no vitality. If he were lying on the ground, people would definitely think he was dead.

Han Qian had a high status in the Knight Temple, and the person in front of him was not to be trifled with either. He was Ying Suifeng, the Head of the Rogue Hall of the Assassin Temple, the Deputy Temple Master who controlled the thirty-six most powerful Rogue Assassins of the Assassin Temple. At the same time, he was also the manager responsible for the daily affairs of the Assassin Temple.

The Assassin Temple and the Knight Temple were different. In many cases, they caused more headaches for the seventy-two pillar demons of the demon race. The seventy-two pillar demons were also constantly changing, and in the process of this change, over the past six thousand years, ninety-one demons had died at the hands of people from the Assassin Temple. This glory was unmatched by the other five Great Temples.

Even within the Alliance, no one knew how deep the Assassin Temple’s trump cards were. Only the Presidium of the Alliance knew how many ninth-tier experts the Assassin Temple had. Among the Six Great Temples, the Assassin Temple had always been known as the most unprovokable existence.

Ying Suifeng did not have any emotional fluctuations due to Han Qian’s rage. “Since such a big thing has happened, I will naturally give you an explanation.”

Han Qian also calmed down a little at this time, pulled over a chair, and sat down with a thump. He looked at Ying Suifeng angrily—

Seeing some people say that Cai’er is cold and ruthless. That’s because you don’t know Cai’er’s past. For Cai’er, the importance of Long Haochen is the top priority in her life. The reason why she cares so much about Long Haochen, and even hurts people for his sake, is related to Cai’er’s past experiences. These things will be explained in later content. Just watch slowly. Cai’er is more pitiful than you think.

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